The robin redbreast is hardly afraid,
He is not afraid of cemeteries,
Seeing me, he lands on the grave of the Bouvier family,
Looks at me, then flies on that of Cécile Kerneis,
Since he is Breton, the bird waits for me a little,
And flies again to the tomb in black marble of a man named Brélivet,
The robin redbreast is not afraid of graves, nor of me,
All the dead are his friends, like saints,
He flies again and lands on the stone of François Le Gall,
Then happily jumps on the gray tomb of Alexis Kerbaol.
He watches me, like a small soldier with medals,
He prays religiously on the white stele of Madame Coat,
The little robin is not afraid of cemeteries, nor of me,
On the tomb of Hervé Jaouen, he finds his pride,
In the cemetery, all the dead are his friends.
NB names are from Brittany
This was year I came into this world
so much changed in all that time
many events in society wouldn't believe
let's see if connection do rhyme
In UK Queen Elizabeth 2 was crowned
this great lady even now does reign
such a great example so very faithful
morally righteous without a stain
In the movie world beauty we saw
Russell and Monroe graced the screen
'gentlemen prefer blondes' was the one
simply stunning was to reign supreme
The wedding of the year appeared
JFK and Jackie Bouvier were matched
sadly the president's life ended
Jackie's dear hubbie from her snatched
The first colour television appeared
for just $1,175 it was on sale!
not knowing then how TV would advance
it's moved so fast overtake every snail
So 1953 was indeed my year
into this world I did appear
I maybe wasn't greatest highlight
but still here so abundantly clear
Pardon my Gardens; they're withered and grey:
Unkempt and wild and quite defiled
Given my odd and reclusive ways:
Eccentric is my fashion style
Look at Life through special glass:
I see it all now magnified
But my gardens grey, my cage, alas!
Damn society- be defied!
You should truly be in pictures,
You were born for it, you see:
Nevermind your fear and stricture;
What a starlet you would be!
Come and visit my grey gardens:
Bring your cameras; we will talk
Mother and I have long been hardened
By the way the others balk!
Jackie O. was in the know,
And embarrassed by our home
We let her in since she was kin
Though we sought to be alone
I am Edith Bouvier Beale,
A model once I was
Did cabaret 'til my dying day
When the flies began to buzz